Page 20 of Honey Sunshine

What the hell am I doing?

This is getting a bit . . .

A surge of panic slams into me, and I quickly pull away, the sound of our lips breaking apart echoing throughout the room, followed by heavy breathing.

Glassy blue eyes stare back at me as I suck in a quivering breath.

“H-how’s that for a kiss?” I murmur. Was this even “practice” anymore? I feel like we’re crossing a dangerous line that neither of us wants to admit. I mean... I’m not sure I’m doing this for brownie points to score the investment either.

He gives me a coy smile as he leans his head against the backrest of the couch and licks his lips almost savagely.

“I don’t know. I think I need a little bit more before I can answer that, Honey,” he rumbles, while one hand weaves its way up under my shirt, gliding across my ribcage to brush against my nipple.

Then he captures my lips again.

His tongue slicks over mine as my fingers dart straight into his hair, gripping onto those golden curls. He groans, thrusting his hips up to meet mine. I think I make a weird sound, but I spare no thought for it. Not when it feels this good. Not when my senses are being bombarded with this euphoric rush of pure heat and need.

God, it feelsso fucking good.The way his large hands are roaming all over my body, gripping and caressing. The way he’s devouring my mouth like it’s his favorite thing in the world. The way his arousal grinds against mine in a slow, delicious dance...oh yes... oh yes... yes... oh... oh...

I angle my head to the side as my tongue eagerly explores his mouth.

With our chests pressed together, I can feel his heart hammering against his ribcage, matching my own heart that’s pounding so hard I can literally hear it in my ears.

“Harvey...” I breathe out, my restraint slipping away by the second. My fingers dig into his scalp when he nibbles on my lower lip.

I can’t think straight at all when he pulls away to slowly pepper kisses down my jawline and neck. Each contact of his lips on my skin sets me on fire, making me throb and writhe in literal pain for more.

“Fuck. You smell so good,” Harvey grits out, burying his face in the crook of my neck. He nibbles the skin there.

I moan, clinging to him. It seems no matter how tightly I hug him, I can’t get him close enough.

Harvey alternates between biting and sucking, tempering the pain of his teeth grazing my skin with open-mouthed suction, sending wave after wave of pleasure straight to my cock.

Yeah, I’m going to come.

I’m going to fucking come.

I’m going to make a fool of myself and soil my pants for him.

But I need more . . . more . . .skin. The clothes are too much . . . too in the way.

When I grab the hem of Harvey’s shirt to strip him myself, my phone rings and my senses come flooding back to me like a tidal wave.

I pull away from his lips, my heart leaping into my throat as I quickly jump off him like he’s on fire. I fumble for my phone, dropping it on the sofa and promptly scrambling to pick it up, swiping the answer button without checking who it is.

“H-hello?” I squeak, wincing at how hoarse my voice sounds. When I’m met with sniffling on the other side, and loud music and laughter in the background, my brows knit together and I check to see who it is, only to find out it’s my brother. “Austin? Austin, what’s wrong?”

“What took you so long to pick up?” He sniffles. “Were you busy?”

I glance behind me at Harvey, who is already on his feet adjusting himself.

“Uh, I was... I was just in the bathroom,” I quickly amend, before quietly sucking in a deep breath to try and calm the rapid beating of my heart and literally shock myself back to earth from the high I was in with Harvey a moment ago. “But what’s wrong? Where are you?”

“I hate capitalism,” he slurs on the other side without answering my question. For him to be this drunk only means one thing. I have to pull my phone away from my ear because he’s yelling so loudly. “Fuck all of this! Down with greed andexploitation! What sort of boss would do such a thing? Am I not a human? I worked under him for five years, and this is how I’m treated?”

I quickly find myself sobering up. “Yes, yes, but where are you?”

“At a bar,” he answers, and I pinch my brow.

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